Dang.
As it turns out, I fucking hate Day 6.
I spent some time this morning looking through the Words Of Wisdom and have set aside some time later this afternoon to kick my own ass.
Reading my posts from before make me feel like complete shit.
I should have paid attention. I should have listened.
I should have stayed accountable.
Now I'm back here. In the basement.
Typing shit randomly to keep my mind off chew, like a Grade-A fucktard.
If I could challenge myself to a fight in the parking lot after work, I assure you, I would wreck my own shit.
Just for being a dumbass.
I must have passed like a zillion convenience stores today.
I swear they're multiplying.
At one point this morning, I thought I could actually taste wintergreen in my pie-hole.
Then I thought of a couple of things...
First, I've proven that I can let people down once, but it would really suck to do it twice.
Second, I really want to give my wife the gift of 150 Days Quit on our anniversary this year.
And third, I tried to come up with some things that would be appropriate alternatives to me asking the convenience store clerk for a can of dip...
1. Lean over and lick the PIN pad thing on the counter.
2. Use one of the rebel flag lighters in that rack thing to light my ball-fro on fire.
3. See how much coffee I can drink...right from the tap.
4. Bash my head through the scratch-off ticket glass on the counter.
Any of these sound awesome...? No. They don't.
Well, neither does asking the clerk for a can of dip. I won't do it. Not today.
And the reason I won't is related to the reason I fucked up before.
I won't because I'm here.
And I fucked up because I wasn't.
Let that be a lesson, bitches. I learned it the hard way.